Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 150: Maeve Lane, Say Yes to Henry Hughes!
"Then... one week."
Julian Fairchild heard his agreement, but there was no change in his expression.
The wound that had already healed was now faintly aching again. He closed the door and leaned against it, gazing into the distance where Maeve Lane’s dormitory was.
So close, yet seemingly unreachable.
...
Maeve Lane, feeling drowsy, yawned. Today, Henry Hughes said he had something to tell her, so she came to the basketball court.
The people from the basketball club were still training here as usual, now doing their warm-up laps.
Julian Fairchild and Henry Hughes rarely came after their coaching duties ended.
She sat in the stands, with faint dark circles under her eyes, looking as if she hadn’t slept well last night.
"Sorry for being late." Henry Hughes’s slightly apologetic voice sounded to Maeve Lane’s right.
She slightly turned her head, lazily saying, "No worries, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"I want to ask you for a favor." Henry Hughes smiled, looking down at the court, "Can you take attendance for me? My injury’s still a bit painful, not convenient for me."
Weren’t they done with coaching?
Why take on tasks when injured?
Maeve Lane felt puzzled, but since Henry Hughes asked, she didn’t want to waste words and decisively said, "Sure."
Henry Hughes’s eyes held an indistinguishable hint of amusement as he handed Maeve Lane a piece of paper, "This is the list. Remember to call out each name."
"Okay,"
Maeve Lane pinched it with her delicate fingers and walked down with elegant boots and fair skin.
The freshmen below had already finished their warm-up, either sitting or squatting, curiously looking as Maeve Lane approached.
Maeve Lane cleared her throat slightly, saying calmly, "Gather."
Because they had more or less heard of Maeve Lane’s reputation and had seen Maeve Lane herself in the past days, they weren’t strangers to her presence.
Soon, everyone on break gathered together.
Maeve Lane matched the list, calling names one by one, "Lily Landry."
"Here!"
"Leo Griffin."
"Here!"
"..."
After finishing the last one, Maeve Lane raised the paper towards Henry Hughes in the stands, mouthing, "All set."
Henry Hughes gestured for her to hold on.
Maeve Lane was puzzled.
Just then, in her peripheral vision, she saw a large bouquet of roses.
The basketball team members brought up a massive bouquet of roses needing two people to hold.
The radiant red of the roses immediately became the focus of everyone’s attention,
She squinted slightly.
Henry Hughes somehow appeared behind the roses, pulling out a single, most vibrant red rose, looking into Maeve Lane’s eyes, his voice low and warm—
"Maeve Lane, I like you."
Maeve Lane furrowed her brows slightly, her expression complex.
Immediately, as if Henry Hughes had it all orchestrated, everyone present started chanting:
"Maeve Lane! Say yes to Henry Hughes!"
"Maeve Lane, say yes to Henry Hughes!"
"Say yes! Say yes!"
They excitedly surrounded Maeve Lane and Henry Hughes, appearing more thrilled than Maeve Lane herself.
However, to Maeve Lane, it felt more like surprise than joy.
She looked at the rose Henry Hughes handed to her and hesitated to take it.
Minutes later, another group arrived, each holding roses, wrapping Maeve Lane and Henry Hughes in a heart shape.
Maeve Lane’s mouth twitched; though she knew this wasn’t the time, she couldn’t help wanting to make a quip.
This setup was, both corny and trendy.
With a pinch of indescribable awkwardness.
